#tw parental death
Made myself sad.
Loki and Fenrir have a conversation (TWs for discussions of parental death and killing, implications of abuse/domestic partner violence):
Fenrir shook his head, and did something he never thought he’d dare do, and tried to start a conversation with his father.
“What was he like, your dad?” he asked.
Loki shrugged and continued walking. Fenrir couldn’t tell if they were squinting against the wind or wincing at the question.
“Sort of looks like me, except older and uglier,” they said. “Has a temper. I’m always afraid I got that from him.”
They moved closer to the river, stopping to watch where it rushed and boiled over a cluster of rocks.
“If I see him again, I plan on killing him,” they said.
“You what?” Fenrir asked, stumbling over the slick collection of stones on the riverbank.
His dad looked over at him as if it wasn’t common practice to plan to murder your father.
“But why?” he went on.
Loki continued walking along the bank, before stepping up to a worn path on a hillside.
“Took away someone I cared about,” they said, with no expression in their face or voice.
Neither of them said anything until the river was just a gray worm writhing below them.
“What about your mom?” Fenrir eventually asked.
His dad just looked up at the sky with a little smile he had never seen before.
“Had an embrace that could shelter you in a storm. Gave kisses that were cool against your forehead,” they said. “Friends called her Nál, needle, because she was skinny, or so I’m told. To me, she was so tall her head could have been among the treetops.”
Fenrir nodded. All he had ever known about his grandmother was that her name was Laufey, and his dad took her name as a surname instead of their father’s.
“What happened to her?” he asked.
Loki stopped and stared at him, their face still smooth and expressionless.
“She died, Fenrir.”
I’m amusing myself because I’m writing a very sad THHT scene but in the middle of it is essentially this:
Loki: Wait, wait, before you torture me, let me tell you a secret!
Skadi: Okay …
Loki: *bites her*
Skadi: Wtf
Not to mention the chapter prior of Jory just getting fucking yeeted into the ocean
They sat up, resting on bruised kneecaps. Their hands were still tied behind their back. Blood had matted in their hair from a cut on their forehead.
“Before he died,” they began, and Skadi had to swallow back the ache in her throat. “He told me about your mother. How she wanted to share something with you when you turned sixteen.”
They rose unsteadily to their feet. Skadi could sense Freyja just out of her field of vision, cradling a dagger. She couldn’t move.
“What was it?” she asked.
Loki stepped closer to her. She let them. Their eyes flicked away before meeting hers, a harsh, acid green under purple bruises.
Pain split through the soft flesh of her shoulder. Loki had darted forward and bit her hard enough to break skin under the fabric. She stepped back, pulling her arm away. They took off for the mouth of the cave.
Motherfucker
